This is a song about "The death girl"

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Death is the only road from nostalgia

The decay in this life i've lived astounds me, the death,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

This rap shit til the death of libertines

Ima let her be by herself in peace

My style is inconceivable the reason for your death

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I always tell the truth even if it leads to my death

And now the chance of my death increases.

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

I hope she's blessed and her mom copes with the death

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,